I love a good spa day, so have made it a point to go to a spa in every town we travel to. So, I chose Acquamadre when we went to Rome. Now, I'm not a slender girl, I mean, Jerry Springer isn't coming to take the side off the house so I can go to work, but I'm a UK 18 and have a spare tire that I don't like but am working to get rid of. I've decided that, as I'm working on it, I won't be covering myself up in the ashamed way society makes you feel you should. Besides, it's a spa, right? So, as it was ladies day, I went topless. No worries to me, but there was some giggly slender things there there snickering at me (very obviously), which I managed to brush off. They'll learn when they hit their mid 30s, you know? Besides, thats nithing the spa could control. The treatment, the body brushing, was carried out at the foot of the entrance stairs to the Hammam. Call me British, but maybe a little off to the side would be more relaxing.... I've no qualm being out in the open but having the doors open repeatedly whilst you're topless and being scrubbed is a bit distracting. That said, the woman who was doing the body scrub was fantastic, her English was fine and she was very good at what she did.
Then it came time for the massage. The masseurs choice of pop music wasn't that relaxing, but it clearly gave him the ability to maintain a rhythm to work with, so fair enough.
It was when I left the massage that my decision was made about this place. I went to get changed and perhaps came out earlier than anticipated as I saw the masseur making fun of someone with another employee. She hushed him when she saw me then the two burst into gales of laughter and ducked behind a wall. It was very obvious that i had just paid €150 to be laughed at by a mediocre masseuse.
I left and felt awful, fat, and very not at all relaxed. This place isn't worth the stress it causes.
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